Text: The Lancashire Hotpots. I Met A Girl On Myspace.

Oh I got myself a myspace page
It really is the best
I logged into it the tother day
It said new friend request

It were from a lass in lancashire
her page had loads of hits

I saw the pictures in her profile
and she had absolutely massive...

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Right Here We Go

I sent her instant messages
I posted on her blog
I said lets meet in Wetherspoons
So we could have a snog
She said she had no transport
and so a lift she'd catch
and if I played my cards right
I'd get to feel her

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Word to your mother
How is your mother?

We walked home from pub together
I even bought her chips
I kissed her on the doorstep
She said can't you kiss me on the lips
We carried on our courting
But then I had a reet big shock
It turns out it wasn't a girl at all
It was a fella with a massive...

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